Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai was like a towering iceberg that had stood here since ancient times and would never melt. His cold and ruthless aura seemed to have traveled through the long years and slowly flowed out from the distant eternity, like an indestructible fortress, standing firmly on the vast land. His figure was like a sculpture solidified in the long river of time, and every inch of his lines exuded an ancient and deep charm, making everything around him seem to be dragged into an eternal frozen world.

The air seemed to be filled with the extreme coldness emanating from his body, becoming extremely heavy and oppressive, as if every molecule was frozen and could condense into extremely solid ice crystals at any time. His icy eyes were like the sharpest, indestructible and peerless blade in the world, carrying a bone-piercing chill, and he scanned the few people in front of him with an extremely cold attitude, without any emotion. The bitter coldness contained in his eyes seemed to have a terrifying magic that could freeze a person's soul instantly, making people shudder, as if even their bones were frozen stiff, as if they were in a bone-chilling ice cellar, and their blood seemed to be frozen into ice.

Nezha subconsciously stepped back slowly. The astonishment on his face was like a surging, boundless tide, spreading rapidly at an alarming speed, and in the blink of an eye, it occupied his entire face. His lips trembled slightly involuntarily, just like a leaf shivering in the bleak autumn wind, isolated and helpless. The frequency of the trembling seemed to resonate strongly with the fear in his heart. He murmured to himself: "In this complicated, chaotic, noisy and turbulent world, there is such a powerful person. This is really beyond my imagination. Such shocking and powerful strength is simply terrifying to the extreme, making people tremble with fear, and their souls seem to be trembling constantly. That powerful force seems to be able to destroy everything easily, making people feel deeply their own insignificance and fragility. In front of this power, I seem to be just an insignificant dust, which may be blown away by the wind at any time and disappear without a trace."

Nezha's brother's body trembled more and more violently, as if he had been thrown into an extremely cold environment with snow and biting wind. The cold seemed to penetrate his skin, like an icy poisonous snake, and reach deep into his soul, making him completely unable to control his body's reaction. His voice was filled with extreme fear that was difficult to conceal. The fear was like an invisible and huge devil's hand, seeming to tear his voice out of his throat. "How dare he act so recklessly and openly and brutally kill Zhen Yuanzi's friend without any scruples. Doesn't he fear the thunderous wrath of the ancestor of human immortals at all? This is undoubtedly a blatant challenge to the supreme authority of the entire immortal world. He is so audacious and lawless that he disregards the rules of heaven and immortals! His behavior is undoubtedly a serious provocation to the order of the entire immortal world, and it is bound to cause an uproar and bring unpredictable consequences. The severity of this consequence is probably unimaginable. The entire immortal world may fall into chaos because of this. It will be a catastrophic storm that will sweep across the entire immortal world and plunge everyone into endless fear and anxiety."

Far away, on the other side, the Bull Demon King widened his eyes like copper bells, and witnessed this thrilling and heart-shaking scene in great shock. His heart was like a raging wave, surging and stirring. The magnificent inner world was like a vast ocean, and it took a long time to calm down. He couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions, and his heart was ups and downs like waves: "This person's strength is really strong beyond imagination. This is an absolute crushing of strength. The so-called Zhang Tianzun is simply vulnerable in front of him. He is as small and insignificant as an ant and can't compete with him at all. This person's strength is so powerful that it makes people afraid, as if he is the master of this world, and no one can match him. In front of him, everything seems so small and insignificant. His existence seems to make the whole world dim, and all the light is covered by his powerful strength."

Zhang Tianzun's disciples were as pale as the snow in winter, without a trace of blood, and looked like zombies who had lost their vitality. Their steps were unsteady, and their bodies involuntarily stepped back several steps, as if they wanted to escape from this terrible place, away from this land full of fear and despair.

Their eyes were filled with endless fear, a fear that was like a bottomless, dark abyss of terror that seemed to completely devour their entire bodies and minds, plunging them into endless despair.

Their bodies also trembled violently involuntarily, like the withered and dying leaves swaying in the autumn wind, which could fall to the ground and turn into dust at any time.

The trembling bodies seemed to be telling of their inner fear and helplessness. Their souls seemed to be shrouded in fear at this moment, unable to break free.

Then, one after another, they knelt on the ground, grief-stricken, as if they had lost their parents. The sound of their wails resounded through the sky, as if it was going to tear the sky apart. They shouted at the top of their lungs, "Master, Master! How could you leave us so cruelly? Master! You are such a hateful demon! How dare you kill our Master so cruelly? We, the human immortals, will never let you go easily. We will make you pay for your crimes with blood. You will regret your evil deeds and struggle in pain for the rest of your life! You will be punished for your crimes. We will do everything we can to make you pay a heavy price for your actions! We will unite as one to fight against you, the demon, and let you know that the power of us human immortals cannot be underestimated! We will make you pay a heavy price for your actions and make you repent for your crimes in endless pain! Our anger will be like a blazing flame that will completely devour you and make you never be able to turn over in the abyss of pain!"

Their voices, filled with deep grief and despair, echoed in the air, as if they were accusing the injustice of fate, or a firm vow of revenge. Every word seemed to carry endless pain and hatred, making people feel the torment and anger in their hearts.